Very villainous heroines from all walks of life rely on me

The two women who got on the competition stage bowed their hands to each other politely, and then directly fought.

Originally, Qian Duoduo was thinking of releasing the water, but the more she beat her, the more frightened she became.

"What kind of water is there! They almost beat me to the ground!"

Qian Duoduo was very depressed. Zhao Ning'an easily dispelled all the moves he played, and he could fight back against him. If it wasn't for his rich experience and practiced with other sisters many times, she would really have given her a hand. defeated.

"Little sister is amazing!"

Qian Duoduo couldn't help but admire.

"Sister is not bad either!"

Zhao Ning'an was polite and slowed down his movements.

"Do you know these tricks? Are there any other tricks?"

Seeing Zhao Ning'an, Qian Duoduo used these three or four tricks in the past, and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, sister!"

Zhao Ning'an lowered his head slightly, with an obvious sense of inferiority in his tone.

Just these few tricks, they were all peeking at other people's practice, and they have been practicing for more than ten years.

"You are very powerful, I can't beat you, I admit defeat!"

Qian Duoduo smiled, directly admitted defeat, and then took the initiative to step forward and hold her back.

"How about you come to our Emei sect?"

"Huh? Really?"

When Zhao Ning'an heard this, he immediately became excited. This is a good thing, and he is helpless here, and he is squeezed out and bullied. If he wants to get ahead, he doesn't know how long he will have to wait.

"Of course it's true, as long as you nod, I can make the decision!"

Qian Duoduo said proudly.

"I do, I do!"

"Okay, come on stage with me!"

"Yeah! Thank you sister!"

Qian Duoduo pulled Zhao Ning'an up and came to Zhang Sizheng.

"Brother Zhang, I want my little sister to join my Emei sect, what do you think?"

"not so good!"

Zhang Sizheng stepped forward and tapped her little head.

"what?"

Qian Duoduo did not expect that Zhang Sizheng would reject her, and turned to look at Zhao Ning'an with an apologetic expression.

Zhao Ning'an's face turned pale. Does this mean that he disagrees?

"Yeah, I'm a third-rate martial artist who doesn't even have any internal energy. How do people think about it? I really think that if I wrap my hands and let others accompany me in a martial arts competition, Is it because I look at myself differently? They just feel sorry for you. Ning An, wake up!"

Seeing that Zhao Ning'an was about to cry, Zhang Sizheng quickly said, "I've decided to take her as a disciple, there's no need to go to the Emei sect!"

"what?"

Qian Duoduo let out another ah.

"Ah, your head!"

Zhang Sizheng glared at her, the girl was startled and speechless.

"Little girl, would you like to be my apprentice?"

"Yeah, yes, yes, yes!"

Zhao Ning'an nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, knelt down to salute, and kowtowed a few times.

She felt that her life was ups and downs today, ups and downs, and she almost couldn't bear it. Fortunately, the ending was good, and it was very good, unimaginably good!Just like the ending in a dream, very nice and dreamy.

"Okay, okay, I'm not that kind of old pedant, get up quickly!"

Zhang Sizheng helped her up, looked at her red and swollen forehead, put his hand on it, and used his inner energy to warm her up.

How could Zhao Ning'an have been cared so much by others? Ever since her mother left, she has always been alone. She has been bullied and looked at coldly.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I just feel that Master is too kind, and Ning An is very happy!"

Zhao Ning'an sniffled and explained quickly.

"It's fine if you don't!"

Zhang Sizheng put his hand down.

Zhao Ning'an's forehead was already healed, she reached out to touch it, smiled coquettishly, and saluted Zhang Sizheng with fists.

"Thank you Master!"

"Call me Master!"

"Hey, thank you, Master!"

After Zhao Ning'an finished speaking, she jumped in front of Zhang Sizheng, looking like a good girl.

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"Patriarch Zhao, I accept this girl, do you have any objections?"

Zhang Sizheng looked at the Patriarch of the Zhao family and said lightly.

"No, no, it's her blessing that Zhao Ning'an can follow you, the villain dare not have the slightest opinion!"

Patriarch Zhao quickly bowed and said, his cold sweat was breaking out, for fear that Zhao Ning'an would sue.

If I had known that important people would like her, I would treat her as a direct descendant of the Zhao family, which is better than treating her own son.

"That's good, but when I first entered the door, I found that she was being bullied. What's going on? Can you tell me?"

As a master master, Zhang Sizheng was able to respond immediately to everything that happened around him. When Zhao Ning'an was pushed over before, he naturally knew clearly.

"Ah? This!"

Patriarch Zhao didn't know about this, but he was very clear about Zhao Ning'an being bullied and his son's liking for her.

"Say!"

Zhang Sizheng shouted in a cold voice.

Patriarch Zhao's knees went limp, he knelt on the ground, and quickly kowtowed to admit his mistake.

"Forgive me, Daoist Zhang. I will deal with this matter severely and never let Ning An be wronged!"

The head of the Zhao family didn't dare to lift his head.

As for the descendants of the Zhao family below, all those who had bullied Zhao Ning'an all lowered their heads and did not dare to stand on the stage at all, and some even ran away on the spot.

"Humph!"

When Zhang Sizheng saw the woman who was running away, he snorted coldly, stretched out his arm, his internal energy surged out, turned into a giant palm, and grabbed her directly at his feet.

"Sir, spare your life, your lord, spare your life!"

The woman kowtowed like garlic, her body began to tremble in fright, and yellow liquid flowed out from between her legs.

"Ning An, Master stands up for you, don't be afraid, I will support you if you want to kill or cut! No one dares to touch you!"

Zhang Sizheng looked at Zhao Ning'an and smiled lightly.

"Master~"

Zhao Ning'an was so moved that his lips began to tremble, making a vibrato.

"Don't be afraid! Go! Master will support you no matter what you do!"

Zhang Sizheng stroked her hair with a doting look on his face.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhao Ning'an nodded vigorously, took a step forward, drew out the long sword in his hand, and placed it on the woman's neck.

"Say! Who ordered you?"

"It's Brother Zhao, it's him, he asked me to do it, please, let me go!"

With the sword resting on her neck, the woman was completely paralyzed, and directly confessed everything.

"Zhao Changlong, get the hell out of here!"

Zhao Ning'an stepped forward, pointed his sword at Zhao Changlong, and shouted sharply!

"Ning, Ning'an, I...!"

Zhao Changlong stammered, and before he could finish speaking, Zhao Ning'an slapped him in the face with a sword.

A red mark immediately appeared on Zhao Changlong's face, it swelled up, and he almost fell down, which shows that Zhao Ning'an used great strength.

"Hmph! Ning An is also your name?"

"Miss Zhao, you are wronged! She is talking nonsense, don't listen to her!"

Zhao Changlong covered his face and hastily smiled apologetically.

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